Angle's Arrogance? My Pact with the Succubus Queen! - Chapter 387: Repelled: The Origin Devourer!
Chapter 387: Chapter 387: Repelled: The Origin Devourer!
Her hands still clutched the Sky-Splitting Ancestor Horn tightly. Her knuckles had turned white from the strain, and the golden bones in her palms were stained with dried blood. If she simply shattered the core rune, she could instantly activate a “mutual destruction” mode as a final insurance policy.
Logan’s voice traveled through the mind link into her consciousness, carrying a gentle, soothing tone: “Well done. Rest now. Leave the rest to me.”
Violet nodded. She leaned against a nearby rock, never stopping the energy flow, but she slowed down the output to keep the six-stranded prototype stable.
Logan turned to Nel and Bobbi, ordering them in a cold voice: “Block the retreat. Don’t give it a chance to escape.”
Nel’s 32-star Mirror Field went into full mode. Her twelve physical bodies spread out in a circle, each holding a Phase Folding weapon. Spread out fifty meters apart, they formed an encirclement with a 500-meter diameter to disrupt the Origin Devourer’s sensory locking.
Bobbi quickly moved to intercept the Origin Devourer’s escape route. She expanded the three layers of Phase Folding traps she had set up earlier to a 30-meter diameter. Transparent spatial prisons were nested one inside another. Even a short-range teleport from a Super Demigod-stage user would be trapped for at least two seconds.
Blind Prophet held his staff of prophecy high. Golden prophetic runes locked onto the golden scar on the Origin Devourer’s throat. Real-time data streamed through the mind link into Logan’s mind: “Logan! Hurry! The next attack window opens in 1.2 seconds.”
Logan gripped the Dual Blades of Life and Death, feeling the stability of the six-stranded prototype.
Because the sixth temporary gene chain was built from external energy, it was unstable. The Dual Blades of Life and Death could only last for 180 seconds maximum. Each full-power slash would consume 10 seconds of that duration.
He quickly calculated in his mind: three slash opportunities would be enough to test whether the Dual Blades of Life and Death could activate the soul seal.
Logan raised the Dual Blades of Life and Death. The gold and silver chains on the blade blades trembled lightly, his voice cold as ice: “Let’s try once first!”
The Origin Devourer’s Black Hole Domain had shrunk to a 3-mile diameter. Its face, made of black vortices, stared fixedly at the Dual Blades of Life and Death in Logan’s hands. All traces of arrogance were gone.
It could clearly sense the power on that blade; it was enough to deal a fatal blow.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze completely. On the battlefield, all that remained was the sound of wind blowing against rocks and the crisp clash of the chains on the Dual Blades of Life and Death.
The countdown for the next attack window ticked slowly in Logan’s mind.
Suddenly, Blind Prophet slammed his golden staff of prophecy hard against the ground.
Staring at the golden scar on the Origin Devourer’s throat, he gave a precise command: “The window is open! 0.01 seconds!”
Logan’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. His 82-star five-stranded DNA and the six-stranded prototype exploded with full force. The five-colored and dark-gold light surrounding him blazed at its maximum intensity.
Gripping the Dual Blades of Life and Death in his right hand, Logan slashed forward at the maximum speed of three kilometers per second. Under the influence of the silver Time rule embedded in the blades, his strike left a semi-transparent silver afterimage trailing through the air.
The golden scar on the Origin Devourer’s throat flashed violently in fear. At a frequency of twice per breath, the duration of each flash extended to 0.9 seconds.
In that precise 0.01-second window, Logan drove the blade straight in without the slightest deviation, piercing directly into the center of the golden scar.
At the point of contact, the Creation and Destruction rules achieved perfect balance, triggering absolutely no annihilation reaction.
The green Creation seal on the scar’s surface immediately resonated with the creation end of the Dual Blades of Life and Death. The seal was fully activated from the inside.
At the same time, the pitch-black Destruction rule from the blade’s destruction end perfectly matched the defensive structure outside the seal, cutting in through the seal’s cracks.
In the next second, a pillar of emerald green Creation rule erupted from inside the scar.
This hundred-meter-wide pillar pierced through the Origin Devourer’s thousand-meter body, bursting out from its back, even lighting up half of the dark night sky.
The black Destruction rule tore through from the outside. A hundred-meter-long slash followed the scar, slicing through the surrounding defensive layers. The black Devouring rule core was violently ripped open, leaving a massive wound.
The Origin Devourer’s core, located deep within the black hole on its chest, was a constantly rotating black vortex heart.
Now, a crack the size of a palm appeared on the core’s surface. Black Devouring rule blood surged from the crack like a geyser, radiating cold, eerie energy waves.
The Black Hole Domain surrounding him, which maintained a three-mile diameter, instantly disintegrated. Gravity dropped to zero.
All the matter previously consumed by the hunger—rocks, trees, and armor fragments of fallen warriors—rained down from the sky, crashing onto the black volcanic rock ground with sharp crackling sounds.
The Origin Devourer let out a painful scream like grinding metal. The shockwaves shattered the canyon walls on both sides of Shattered Canyon. Countless rocks rolled down the cliffs, kicking up a vast cloud of dust.
Its thousand-meter body trembled violently. Its face, made of black vortices, twisted and distorted. Green and black rules clashed continuously at the wound, preventing the Devouring rule from healing itself.
On the first line of defense, Fischl saw the black hole collapse and tightly gripped her shadow daggers. A thousand shadow crows let out excited screeches.
Golden Ant King Black One let out a triumphant scream. The remaining 200,000 Dragon-Rhino Horned Ants raised their front limbs in unison, striking the ground with a synchronized rhythmic beat. Morale surged to its peak.
The black rule energy continued to gush from the wound on the Origin Devourer’s chest. It could clearly sense its combat power plummeting rapidly, dropping from the peak of Super Demigod to 70%, sliding down to the level of a Quasi-Super Demigod.
It glared at Logan with pure venom. The black vortices on its face spun at their maximum speed. It no longer had the courage to continue fighting.
The space behind it twisted violently as a void gate, a hundred meters in diameter, rapidly formed inside it, churning with chaotic Devouring rule currents.
The Origin Devourer’s thousand-meter body stepped backward into the gate. The sound of grinding metal, filled with hateful curses, echoed through the entire Shattered Canyon: “Damn humans! Observer No. 1 will reap you! The five-stranded vessel is perfect, and so is your sacrifice!”
The moment the void gate opened, three Demigod vanguard figures that had retreated fifty miles away suddenly appeared from inside the passage.
Soul-Devourer, a black vortex body eighty meters tall, stood at the gate’s entrance. He locked eyes with Logan and let out a piercing shriek: “Logan! Don’t get cocky! We will make you pay for this!”
Gray mist from the Soul-Devourer churned at the gate’s mouth. Countless twisted human faces emerged, all wearing expressions of deep hatred.
Space-Ripper’s transparent crystal body trembled slightly as it effortlessly repaired the spatial cracks around the gate, ensuring Logan couldn’t give chase.
The three Demigod vanguard figures, guarding the injured Origin Devourer, retreated into the void gate in tandem.
Slowly, the gate began to close. The chaotic energy of the remaining Devouring rule in the air gradually settled. Only the black rule residue on the ground proved that a battle on the scale of a Super Demigod had truly taken place.
Logan stood his ground. His Dual Blades of Life and Death clicked and whirred in his right hand as their energy finally ran out. The balance of the blades was broken, and they separated back into the Staff of Creation and the Bow of Destruction.
Fine cracks appeared across the surface of both weapons. Their rule-light was significantly dimmer than before.
Inside him, the cracks on his five-stranded DNA widened from toothpick-sized to pencil-sized. His five-colored light flickered in a 0.1-second cycle. Though his stage remained at 82-star, the toll on his core energy was severe.
On the battlefield, Violet, exhausted from continuously outputting 48-star energy, saw black spots dance before her eyes before collapsing backward into unconsciousness.
The Sky-Splitting Ancestor Horn rolled from her grip, landing against a rock near her feet. The totem patterns on the horn were now completely dim, never having activated the “mutual destruction” mode.
Nel’s twelve physical bodies immediately rushed over, lifting Violet to a safe location. Meanwhile, the three layers of Phase Folding traps set up by Bobbi slowly faded away.
Blind Prophet approached Logan, his staff of prophecy glowing with golden light as he scanned the area where the void gate had just closed.
After a moment, he withdrew his senses. His old voice carried a hint of relief: “The Origin Devourer’s core was damaged. Its combat power has dropped to 70%. It will take at least three years to fully recover, so an invasion is impossible in the short term.”
Logan nodded. Turning to Nel and Bobbi, he ordered coldly: “Clear the battlefield. Collect every single Devouring rule Divine Shard and every Law Core. Do not leave a single one behind.”
His gaze lingered on the direction the Origin Devourer had fled. Reciting the curse he had just heard, he whispered to himself: “Observer No. 1.”
Previously, during the intel briefing at the Ancient Tribunal, he had only known of the Nine Observers. He had never heard of an Observer Number One.
The curse from the Origin Devourer before it fled was obviously not spoken in haste.
Fischl, accompanied by Golden Ant King Black One and Dragon Emperor Sidra, walked up to Logan and knelt on one knee to report: “Logan, the casualty count is in. The Dragon-Rhino Horned Ants lost 480,000 units, the Ashen Dragons lost 3,200, and human casualties are near 20,000.”
Logan waved his hand, signaling them to go rest first.
He walked over to the unconscious Violet, crouched down, and released a warm, gentle beam of light from the Staff of Creation to cover her forehead.
Violet’s complexion improved slightly, and her breathing became steady.
Meanwhile, Nel and Bobbi, along with the twelve clones, darted back and forth across the battlefield, gathering the scattered Devouring rule Divine Shards.
Each shard contained the core essence of a Super Demigod-stage rule, making them key materials for unlocking higher star marks.
Within Bobbi’s Phase Folding container, nearly 37 fist-sized Divine Shards and 18 Law Cores, each 30 centimeters in diameter, were quickly filled.
Inside the cores, tiny black vortices spun, radiating cold, eerie energy waves.
Logan took the container. As his fingertips touched the surface of the shards, he could clearly feel the vast Devouring rule energy contained within them.
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